It took seven days.
Seven days before he didn’t bawl getting on the bus.
Seven days before I didn’t have to physically put him on the bus.
Seven days before his emotions didn’t cause me to walk home with my own hot tears on my cheeks.
And now? My little scholar?
He’s loving it!
Grateful for kind friends and sensitive teachers who’ve helped make the transition easier for all of us!
Dear Tristan,
I can’t believe tomorrow has arrived so soon! In the morning you are going to head off to big-boy school! I know you’re ready for the challenge and the excitement, but I know I am going to miss all the time we had together. For four and a half years I’ve had you as an almost constant side-kick. It is strange to think that we won’t be having daily discussions anymore about where we should go or what we should get up to.
Tomorrow when I drop you off at school, I know I will cry. Oh, I won’t let you see me. But after you’ve gone through those big metal doors, blindly trusting your new teacher, I know I will shed a few tears. I won’t be able to help it.
It won’t be that I’m sad per se, though I know I will miss you. I will cry cause I’m just so darn proud of the little boy that you are. I’m proud of your intelligence and you’re innocence. I’m proud of how kind you are and how you will approach any child and ask them to play. I am just proud of you. Period.
Where has the time gone? I know that I am helping you to grow wings and this is just your first little flight into a world where I know you can, and will succeed. I know this is the first step in one of many. But that doesn’t make it any easier to watch you go!
We’re all ready… Your backpack is packed and waiting by the door. Your lunch is made (watch out for the secret “I love you” note hidden inside!) and we read “The Kissing Hand” at bedtime.
Nothing to do now but head off on your next adventure.
Have fun my love! I love you!
Love, Mommy
A Mom Like Me 